[Comprehensive] Blue dye

On a cloudless and sunny day, somewhere in the forest, the sound of a clear and unpolluted stream flowing continuously.

On the bank of the stream, there is a long knife with a sharp blade pierced into the ground at the front end, standing upside down.

The stream on the side reflects the sunlight, and the sparkling light is very beautiful. A young man is stuck at the junction of the stream and the shore, and a special butterfly is parked on the shoulder of the young man who is not soaked in the water.

The young man was half-submerged in the water, and the clothes on the water were almost wet by the water.

[......]

[……what sound? ]

[water? ...]

Aizen who regained consciousness immediately opened his eyes, sat up with a clattering sound, accepted the fact that he was soaked in the water for a second, and the picture before losing consciousness flashed in his mind.

That piece of darkness like a living thing is not like a natural phenomenon, and there has never been any relevant record in the literature.

Stopping the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of it, Aizen gave priority to checking whether the things on his body were lost.

Pass, yes, Zanpakuto...

"?!"

Only touching the scabbard without the handle, Lan Ran thought of the action of drawing the knife before losing consciousness, and was about to get up to search, but was stopped by the reflection flashing into the eyes.

After shutting his eyes reflexively, he opened the gap to see what was flashing towards him, and then, Aizen saw the Zanpakuto on the bank.

Light green hilt, familiar blade.

"Mirror Flowers Water Moon?"

no response.

Holding the land on the shore with his hands, he stood up with strength and walked ashore. The wide cuff design of the dead bully suit absorbed a lot of water. Lan Ran frowned fiercely when he saw that he was in a mess, dragging his heavy body and dripping water while walking.

[It shouldn't be wet, what's wrong? ]

Everything in this world will not leave traces on them as gods of death, and they cannot touch things in this world.

Because of Aizen's actions, the hell butterfly who was forced to leave Aizen's body flapped its wings obediently and followed Aizen.

"You are still there!"

Looking past the flying butterflies from the corner of the eye, Aizen originally thought that there would be accidents to the hell butterflies after the change of the boundary, after all, butterflies themselves are fragile creatures.

Pull out the Zanpakutō with the handle in hand, and turn the smooth blade with your wrist to draw a semicircle so that the tip of the knife is upward.

Aizen tried several times, shouting directly or using the heart sound, but there was no response from Jinghua Shuiyue. Aizen was not in a hurry, because he felt that Jinghua Shuiyue was still there, but he couldn't establish communication with him due to some unknown reasons.

He pulled out the Zanpakuto from the fixed part of his waist, the weight was wrong, and turned the scabbard downwards with his backhand, as expected, he poured out a pile of water, and there were a few small fish bouncing on the ground.

"... "

Lan Ran looked at the wet scabbard, then at the clothes that became heavy after absorbing water, and finally at the sunny weather.

On the bright side, at least clothes dry quickly in this weather.

It took a few seconds to sense the atmosphere around him when he landed, and after confirming that there was no one around, Aizen began to deal with his personal problems.

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"much better."

After patting the Shiba outfit that was much lighter after drying, Aizen breathed a sigh of relief, the wet situation after falling into the water is definitely not within Aizen's tolerance, not to mention that there is still a fish in his Zanpakuto scabbard... …

It took a lot of work to get the clothes dry, but it took a lot of time, and now he needs to get out to where there are people and figure out where he is.

Aizen is currently not sure whether he will be seen, after all, this does not seem to be the destination of his business trip (in this world), so he has to plan.

When you meet a crowd, you can catch a single person and ask them according to the timing. If that person does not know what is good and bad, and does not cooperate with non-violence, he does not mind using some rough means to achieve his goal.

It would be even better if you could happen to find someone who was already on the order.

Of course, the prerequisite for asking someone to ask questions is that they must be able to see Aizen.

The surrounding scenery did not change. Aizen realized that he seemed to have fallen somewhere in a sparsely populated forest.

Fortunately, God didn't really want to trouble Aizen. After a while, Aizen, who had been using Shunpo to skim the uninhabited area, slowed down.

There is no need to worry about the hell butterfly, it will naturally appear when you need it.

Aizen could clearly hear the sound of metal knocking and feel the human breath, which became clearer as the distance got closer.

He saw a hut in the woods, and the sound of knocking came from behind, which made Aizen feel a little familiar.

Looking around the back of the house, Lan Ran found the reason for his familiarity. There was an old man with gray hair sitting behind the house and wielding a knife. The sonorous tone was similar to what Lan Ran heard at Ermeiwu Wangyue.

The forging knife who is not young but can move neatly, presumably is a very powerful swordsmith.

[oh?It seems to be finishing. ]

Hitting the hammer against the blade for the last time, the old man raised the blade upright in front of him with a slightly excited expression. The newly forged sword seemed to be alive, and the brilliance flowed on the blade.

Lan Ran found that the curvature of the knife was much different from the ones he had seen before. Looking carefully, the edge of the knife had three sun and moon-shaped patterns arranged along the pattern of the knife. .

"...It's so beautiful!"

Forging a knife requires countless painstaking efforts of the knife craftsman. It takes a lot of physical strength to stay in the high-temperature forging environment for a long time and must maintain concentration. own work.

The old man's eyes are piercing, his body looks tough, and his physical strength seems to be good.

Aizen felt very rude at the moment and thought...

[Well, don’t worry about asking half of the people and you’ll get lost. ]

Fortunately, the swordsmith couldn't hear Aizen's inner os, otherwise, he might not be able to control the rise in blood pressure and die early.

Seeing the swordsmith immersed in the joy of forging the knife for a moment, Aizen was very inconsiderate of the old man's fake cough.

"Who?!"

Seemingly knowing that there should be no one in the place where he was staying, the swordsmith reprimanded him, turned his head to look at Lan Ran's position, and then just froze.

The pupils reflected Aizen's appearance, and the streamer of light flashed across the pupils of the gods, as if he saw something that did not exist on the surface, but only existed in the deeper depths of the human heart.

Lan Ran, who was not used to the swordsmith's gaze, frowned, and cast a sharper gaze on the swordsmith.

The swordsmith had come to his senses at this time, and asked Aizen in a calm tone.

"Young man with fierce eyes, what can you do with me?"

The corner of Aizen's mouth twitched.

[What does it mean to have fierce eyes? ]

Aizen suddenly remembered that his glasses fell off when he came here.

"This... sir? Could you please tell me where this place is?"

He asked with a pleasant face, at least in Aizen's view, a swordsmith is equivalent to "without the power to restrain a chicken", and he can relax a lot without using force.

The swordsmith looked at Aizen and said nothing, as if he was weighing something.

[Interesting, do you want to negotiate terms with me? ] Aizen didn't get angry, instead, he crossed his chest and squinted his good-natured hands, waiting for the next one.

The swordsmith lowered his eyes, stared at the newly forged knife seriously, and raised his head again. The swordsmith's eyes revealed a certain determination.

The author has something to say:

Dear readers... Have you ever heard of Touken Ranbu?

Grandpa Sankayue is the author's idol! (blush)

Ps. In the end, I still didn’t say where I wore it ahaha (I’m good or bad

Have readers noticed that you didn't write a few in the supporting role column?

This, this is really not the author's intentional QAQ

Please don't slap!